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When I was a child I really longed for a four-leaf clover, but I could never find one. I searched every clover-covered piece of land I came across, always in vain. It was not until 1994, shortly after I turned 22, I found not only one, but many of them. However, it was not me who plucked them from the field. They came to me hidden in a very old and beautiful book, which was then exactly a hundred  years old, and truly deserved to be graced with such a treasure.
It was an 1894 Oxford edition of the poetical works of sir Walter Scott I bought in an antique bookstore in Buenos Aires. When I first opened it, I found among the pages many four-leaf clovers, old and dry, which had dyed their brown shadows on the old white paper leaves.
There was a signature on the title page: “Ernestina Tornquist, with Emily Dafts’ best wishes. May 20th/99”. Though Ernestina was most likely argentine, she may have been in Scotland when Emily gave her the book. Where did she pluck the four-leaf clovers? Is it possible that they come from the Border hills, the same hills sir Walter Scott used to walk singing to himself old songs celebrating the bards, the girl-flowers, the warriors and chieftains who from a legendary past still haunted those spots?.

Diego, Libros del Árbol.  Buenos Aires